Well now I’m thinking about siblings who love each other so much and have been through so much together and trust each other so implicitly that they fuck not even for the horniness of it (though that is also present) but simply as a natural extension of their care for one another, which is fucking sick and perverted
put a collar on me so when you're fucking into me the bell jingles. move me how you want it when I give you head/eat you out so the bell jingles. Make me squirm so it jingles.
Condition me to get soaked when the bell jingles. Make me associate that little noise with pleasure
Unironically I think the early to mid 20s age group in America has unbelievably bad consent boundaries on all levels and so much language to defend it but this makes me sound like elon musk if I say it however the commonality of someone who will be like “I had 47 panic attacks and it’s your fault” if you tell them no is insane
I rejected someone and got called “the scariest person I’ve ever met” with so much therapy speak interspersed like alright okay alright okay alright okay
“You just say whatever you’re thinking and I don’t know how to handle it” was verbatim part of this conversation. Also everyone hates to see an autistic bitch
When I was in this age bracket, there was a huge emphasis on improving consent culture via graceful rejection, and it's gone by the wayside. Which sucks.
Twice in my youth (once in high school and once in college) I was in situations where I was asking someone out and I could tell they were calculating in their heads the risks of rejecting me, and both times I said, out loud, "you can say no, I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't prepared for either answer." And then they said no. This wasn't some spark of special wisdom I had - I knew to do it because feminist conversations among my age group brought it up regularly. This isn't happening nearly enough anymore.
More recently, I was really glad when we got to "rejection sensitive dysphoria" in my IOP program and it was one of those symptoms where the therapists really emphasized how it affects others. Because it does.
Being someone who cannot handle rejection makes you much more likely to violate boundaries, and yes, that includes sexual ones. Yes, you, reader who has never hurt a fly. If you don't want to stumble backwards into sexually assaulting someone, fix your RSD meltdowns. If you keep them up it's only a matter of time. Because if you're nice enough to interact with, but are known to have RSD meltdowns, guess what happens when your friends and acquaintances need to reject you?
It’s been five years since the worst day of Liu’s life. Five years since his brutal attempted murder, since the death of his parents, and since the loss of his beloved little brother to the sickness that overtook his mind.
Physically, he healed. The system, for all its faults, did well by him. After the hospital he was rushed into witness protection, given a new name and a new home. The foster parents he was placed with, good and kind people, honestly did all that they could for him. Still, there just wasn’t any fixing what was broken. Jeff really did kill him that day; part of him died, and he's felt like an empty shell of a person since.
Since the day he turned eighteen Liu has been alone. He left his foster parents, made himself uncontactable by anyone, and started a new life in a small town far away. A night security job pays just enough for him to live on, and suits his lifestyle fine since he doesn’t want to be around people and can’t sleep at night anyway.
And he had thought that’s how his life would continue indefinitely; numbly dragging himself through his days, what sleep he manages to get plagued with nightmares of bloody smiles and psychotic laughter, no longer knowing any emotion outside of fear and sadness.
But when people in the small town he resides in started to die, he knew that his nightmares had become reality.
There was absolutely no question as to who was behind the murders, it had to be him. Liu considered running, just packing up and moving somewhere else as quickly as possible, or just getting on a bus and never looking back. But, Liu was sure that there wasn’t a chance of his brother knowing his whereabouts, or even that he was still alive. So these murders happening here, it had to just be a coincidence. Leaving in a hurry would only risk drawing attention to himself. So he called in sick to work, locked his windows, latched the sizable collection of locks on his front door, and hid.
This was a mistake.
But, as Liu realises with a shooting jolt of terror, it’s too late now.
Written in bloody smears on his living room window, the words “ I missed you, brother. ” ignite fear and panic in Liu that his body doesn’t know how to deal with. He stands frozen to the spot, every cell inside him screaming for him to run, but finding himself completely unable to move. Paralyzed with fear, all he can do is choke out an almost inaudible “No…”
Then, something in the darkness outside of the window moves. And that’s what finally kickstarts his fight or flight response. He quickly backs out of the room, sprinting down the corridor and up the stairs. As he approaches the landing, the sound of the living room window being smashed jolts him to move even faster.
In his bedroom, he pulls the bottom drawer of the dresser completely out and dumps its contents onto the floor. He picks up a handgun and fights through trembling hands to load the thing, only half remembering how to in his panic.
There’s footsteps climbing the stairs.
Liu cowers with his back to the corner of the room, gun gripped tightly in his hands. When he hears the floorboards on the landing creak, he holds his breath. From outside of the room, there’s footsteps. And then, a noise that sends chills down his spine. Laughter. A terrifying, demented little cackle.
“Why are you hiding?” A raspy voice speaks. “We’re not playing hide and seek, Liu.” Another sickening giggle echoes through the hall as the footsteps grow closer.
Liu’s heart is racing and his thoughts are an incoherent mess of terror and prayers to gods he doesn’t believe in. When the door starts to push open, an agonised sob pushes its way from the back of his throat.
“There you are.” A terrifying figure stands in the doorway, staring directly at Liu with a wide grin. He is completely unrecognisable as the boy Liu grew up with. He’s incredibly thin, his frame appearing sickly and frail. A long greasy mess of black hair falls unkempt around his face and down his shoulders, contrasting against the almost snow white skin of his face and framing it in a rather chilling way. His baby blue eyes… Liu had always thought they were pretty when they were kids, but now, they seem haunting, ringed in black and staring at him like a predator at its cornered prey.
“I’ve missed you...” The sinister figure steps into the room, beaming a bright smile that stretches the horrific scarred one wider across his burn covered face. In his hand, glinting in what little moonlight shines into the room, is a large kitchen knife. Liu very shakily holds his firearm out in front of him, pointing it at his estranged brother, eyes wide with fear.
“Stay b-back!” He chokes out, uselessly trying to move further away whilst only pushing his back harder into the wall behind him.
Jeff tilts his head slightly, a frown now pulling at his lips. “Aren’t you happy to see me?” He takes a step closer, earning another helpless whine from Liu. “They said you were dead. They tried to hide you from me.” The psychotic grin returns to Jeff’s face. “But I found you!” He laughs; the crazed laugh of a madman. “I found you, and now we can be together again! Isn’t that wonderful, Liu?”
“Just- Just stay away!” Liu raises the gun higher, an attempt to appear more threatening that may have worked if he wasn’t shaking so violently.
Jeff breaks eye contact with Liu for the first time to look at the weapon, eyes narrowing and expression turning sour. “I really don’t like those things, you know.” He points to the gun with the blade of his knife.
As quickly as it had gone, the deranged smile once again spreads across Jeff’s unsettling features. “I know you would never shoot me, brother.” He takes yet another step forwards and gets down onto his knees only a metre away from Liu, crazed eyes fixed onto his. “You’re not like everyone else…” His expression falters, maniacal grin softening briefly to something that could almost be genuine if it wasn’t for the deranged look that doesn’t leave his eyes.
Gun aimed at Jeff, tears start to well in Liu’s eyes. His self preservation is losing a battle with a much stronger instinct. Whilst he’s lived in fear of this day, the day that Jeff returns to finish the job, he’s also lived in fear of the alternative. He’s dreaded the day he turns on the news to find that his brother has died, whether gunned down by police or arrested and sentenced to death. It might make him a terrible person, but regardless of what he’s become, regardless of what he’s done, Liu loves his brother. He can’t hurt him, even if that means his own death. And on some level, he’s always known that.
Liu shuts his eyes tight, not wanting to look any longer at what his little brother has turned into. “Just go away! Go away, and I- I won’t tell anyone you were here! Please , just go away!” He begs, the gun still pointed uselessly in Jeff’s direction.
At the feeling of the gun in his hands being pushed out of the way, Liu’s eyes snap open. He makes a kind of pathetic sound somewhere between a whimper and a shriek, dropping the gun in the process of attempting to recoil away from Jeff, who is now on his hands and knees crawling closer to him, face barely thirty centimetres from his and pale hand reaching for him.
Liu flinches at the touch of Jeff's hand on his face, turning his head away and again shutting his eyes tightly. “Fuck, I've missed you so much.” The killer caresses the side of his face, thumb trailing gently over the scarring that he left there the last time they saw each other.
Liu desperately tries to pretend that this isn't happening; that it's just a bad dream and that he'll wake up soon. But the reality of the situation hits him like a truck when he feels the cold metal of a blade touching his skin, trailing lightly over a scar on his cheek. Tears start to roll down his face as he accepts that he’s about to die.
“Don’t cry,” Liu’s face is forcibly moved to face Jeff, though he still refuses to open his eyes. “Everything’s going to be okay, now that we’re together again…” Tears are wiped from his face with the bloodstained sleeve of a tattered old hoodie. The blade is again ghosted over the scars on Liu’s face, slowly tracing the lines of the smile that was carved into his cheeks.
Jeff stroking his face and trailing the knife across his skin, Liu just braces himself for a gruesome death. What he isn’t expecting though, is a pair of scarred lips being pressed firmly against his own. His eyes rip open wide in shock as his brother aggressively kisses him, one hand holding Liu’s face still as the other snakes around the back of his neck to pull him in closer.
Panic being momentarily overridden by pure confusion, Liu is completely still. After a few moments however, he starts to struggle. His hands press onto Jeff’s chest, pushing him away and managing to squirm out of his grasp just enough for their faces to part.
“Don’t fight me, Liu.” Jeff growls with equal parts anger and hurt. With much more strength than would be expected from his slender build, he pounces on top of Liu, straddling his legs and overpowering him to pin his wrists to the wall. “Don’t worry,” He purrs, nuzzling his face into the crook of Liu’s neck. “I won’t hurt you as bad as last time… I don’t want to lose you again…”
As Liu kicks and thrashes under his brother’s grip, all he seems to accomplish is pissing him off. Jeff growls angrily, moving his head back to look at him with annoyance. “Fine. Be difficult.” He huffs, releasing Liu’s arms. Though before he has time to make another attempt at getting away, there’s a knife to his throat. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Liu wonders whether that’s the same knife Jeff used to butcher their parents and mutilate him. “Now, stay still.” Jeff stares into Liu’s eyes, hardly an inch between their faces. “I wouldn’t want to hurt you.” He beams a saccharine smile which, combined with the unhinged look in his eyes, sends shockwaves of terror through Liu’s whole body. So, he does as he’s told.
Jeff hums contently at the cooperation, leaning in to place a kiss lightly on Liu’s cheek. He then sits back somewhat, turning his head to scan their immediate surroundings. Still holding the blade harshly against his brother's skin, he leans to one side, reaching his free hand into a nearby pile of dirty laundry and fishing out a pair of jeans, pulling them over to him. “Perfect!” He chirps happily, shaking the belt still attached to the item of clothing loose. Liu watches with cold dread as the psycho just holds the belt up in front of him for a moment, grinning.
Despite the knife to Liu’s throat, what happens next is a struggle. A struggle wherein Jeff once again overpowers his older sibling, getting off of him and dragging him to his feet by the hair, only to throw him down onto the bed and again pounce on top of him.
“Get off me!” Liu yells, landing a firm kick to Jeff’s ribs. The psychopath snarls and bares his teeth like an animal, raising his knife. But instead of the blade being plunged into Liu’s chest like he expects, the weapon is quickly flipped in the skilled killer’s hand and brought down hard to strike him with the handle. With Liu reeling from the blow, Jeff manages to wrestle his arms above his head and expertly bind his wrists together with the belt, securing them to the bed frame. Liu helplessly continues to kick and squirm, but with his hands tied above his head and Jeff on top of him, there’s not much he can do.
“Please…” He begs, looking up into those icy blue eyes, desperately hoping to find some trace of humanity left there. “Haven’t you taken enough from me? I don’t want to die .”
“Oh, Liu…” Jeff coos, smiling sweetly down at him. He leans over his terrified brother, meeting his panicked gaze with nothing but affection. “Don’t you know how much I love you?” Closing the space between them, he presses their lips together in a passionate—if one-sided—kiss.
“Jeff…” Liu breathes his brother’s name in confusion as they finally part, “ Let me go. ” He pleads, and a spark of hope lights somewhere in the back of his mind that it might actually work. After all, he’s not dead yet. Jeff is even verbally expressing love for him, despite clearly getting some wires crossed in his diseased mind when it comes to showing it. Maybe, just maybe, his baby brother might still be in there somewhere…
“So you can fight me some more? Or-” Jeff’s eye twitches and his voice cracks, tone briefly distorting to that of a frightened little child. “... So you can run from me?” Another sickly sweet smile takes the place of the fearful expression as quickly as it had appeared. “No, no, I don’t think so.” He lovingly nuzzles his face against Liu’s.
Liu is going to speak again, but the chill of metal touching his skin stops the words before they leave his mouth as Jeff brings the blood stained kitchen knife worryingly close to his throat once more.
“They’ve poisoned you against me,” Jeff mumbles into his ear, so close that his lips brush against his flesh. “But you’re mine .” The blade is pressed into skin, harshly enough to draw blood. “And I won’t let you forget that, Liu…” Liu starts to panic and thrash again as Jeff runs the knife down the side of his jaw to his neck, leaving a long cut that slowly starts to trickle blood.
“Shh, shh,” The maniac shushes him, sitting up and watching the blade as it cuts into his flesh. “It's okay,” He shifts his weight to better restrain the man beneath him as he struggles. “I just-..” Jeff places the knife onto the bed besides them. He glides a finger over the cut, smearing the blood across his brother's skin. “-want to feel your blood again…” Liu bites back a fearful sob as he watches Jeff revel in licking the blood from his fingers, even closing his eyes and moaning like it’s the nicest thing he’s tasted in his life.
“There was so much of it, Liu. Do you remember?” Jeff reminisces fondly, smiling down at his brother. He brings his hand back to the cut on his neck, digging a fingernail painfully into the wound. Liu closes his eyes and grits his teeth as more blood is gathered and smeared across his face, like some kind of hellish paint. “So much blood… so beautiful …”
“Yes, I- I remember,” Liu’s shaky voice responds without opening his eyes, whatever hope he’d had of getting away from his disturbed brother alive now dissipating. “But I really wish I didn’t…”
“Oh, come now.” Jeff tuts, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t be like that.” Bloody fingers continue to stroke Liu’s face, again tracing the scars inflicted when they were kids. “I know I hurt you,” He breathes, leaning in close. “But I’ll make it up to you, okay?”
Another kiss, Liu’s jaw grasped tightly with one hand to prevent him from trying to move away as Jeff shoves his tongue into his mouth, entwining it forcibly with his. Sickeningly, he can taste traces of his own blood.
Still just thankful to not have a knife in his chest yet, Liu lies there motionless as he’s made out with. That is, until he notices Jeff’s hips starting to grind into his own. And that is entirely too much of- whatever this is. He instantly resumes struggling, pulling at the belt restraining his hands and trying to manoeuvre in a way as to push the smaller male off of him.
Not missing a beat, Jeff continues the assault undeterred. Liu’s face still held possessively in the killer’s iron grip, Jeff pulls back ever so slightly, just long enough for a hushed whisper of “stop fighting” before smashing their lips back together and forcing his tongue back into his brother’s mouth. Rough scar covered hands start to feel their way up and down Liu’s body, one pushing up his shirt and sending chills through him as it glides over bare skin. The movement of Jeff’s hips grows more purposeful, rhythmically grinding against Liu what he’s completely disgusted to be able to feel is an erection. A startled whine of protest is muffled into the forced kiss as he continues to pull at his bindings.
What really sends the brunette into a panic to get away though, is when his own body starts to betray him, reacting to the friction from being dry humped. It’s enough for the threat of being stabbed to no longer be enough to keep him still. He starts to fight Jeff with everything he’s got, desperately thrashing about trying to get away. The killer groans, sitting up and watching with agitation as the other struggles beneath him. After a while, it’s clear that the kicking and pulling isn’t going to get him anywhere, so Liu slowly stops. “Let me go. Please, Jeff. Please .” He begs as he defeatedly stills.
“Why would I do that? I’ve been so lonely without you…” Jeff’s hands trail slowly down his brother’s torso, a warm smile on his lips and a pink flush across his face. “And, don’t worry...” As pale fingers fall to rest at the waistband of Liu’s jeans, Jeff again leans over him. “I’m not going to hurt you.” He connects their lips, this time far less aggressively, kissing him tenderly and stroking the side of his face with one hand whilst the other- Oh, god - whilst the other gropes at his crotch.
A wave of dread runs through Liu. This is so wrong. So very very wrong . He almost wishes that he was just being stabbed.
“Please stop.” Liu mumbles the plea against scarred lips.
“Shh...” Jeff cradles his face and stares lovingly into his eyes. “I know you’ve missed me too.” He places a tender kiss on the side of Liu’s mouth. “I love you, big brother.”
Liu shudders, sickened by both the situation and himself as he feels his dick responding to the twisted lunatic’s incessant touching. He squeezes his eyes shut tight, trying desperately to will his body to stop reacting. “This i-isn’t love, Jeff. You’re sick.”
“Don’t you dare say that.” Jeff snaps, suddenly cold and hostile. He sits up, removing his hands from Liu, much to his relief. Though, relief is quickly replaced by terror when the knife is again in the madman’s hand. “I’m not sick! The world is sick! And they’ve made you sick too!” He spits angry words in a spine-chilling voice that could only belong to the deadly serial killer that he is, gesturing at Liu with the blood crusted blade.
But then, just as quickly as it had started, the anger is gone. Jeff’s face softens and he looks down at his brother with a slight pout. “I know I hurt you. I know. But I’m sorry. You’ll see.”
A maniacal grin suddenly spreading across his face, Jeff lifts the knife. Liu’s eyes widen in horror, but rather than coming down into him, the knife is instead quickly slashed across Jeff’s other arm, slicing a deep cut into his left forearm. Blood pours from the wound, running down Jeff’s pale skin and dripping onto Liu.
“So beautiful…” The killer mumbles, watching with awe as his blood falls onto his brother, splattering across his face and torso in what Jeff perceives as a truly gorgeous display. “You’re so beautiful, Liu.” He beams, discarding the knife to the side once more.
Liu doesn’t speak. There’s no point. There’s nothing he can do but quietly cry as this deranged shadow of what was once his brother starts to gleefully fingerpaint love hearts onto his skin with blood.
“Don’t cry…” Jeff attempts to wipe tears from Liu’s face, only managing to smear a blood/tears mixture across his cheek. “Everything’s going to be fine now that I’ve found you.” He kisses Liu on the cheek, before trailing kisses down his jawline and neck, and then down his chest and midsection, licking at splatters of blood as he does. “Fuck I love you so much.” A hand is again groping and rubbing at Liu’s crotch, earning a distraught and helpless whimper from the brunette as Jeff’s other hand starts to undo his jeans.
Liu’s jeans are yanked down, Jeff’s face instantly moving to nuzzle affectionately at his dick through the thin fabric of his underwear before being joined by eagerly groping hands. Tears run down the brunette’s face as he feels himself pulsing and hardening under the unwanted touches. “Shh, shh.” Jeff coos, hooking his fingers under Liu’s boxers and pulling them down. “I’ll make you feel better, don’t worry...”
With Jeff now sitting on and pinning his legs, Liu can only squirm helplessly, disgusted and ashamed as pale fingers wrap gently around his pretty much fully hard cock. “Please sto- Ah- '' Whispered begging is cut short when Jeff licks him, hot wet tongue dragging slowly up the underside of his dick. “S-stop!” He chokes out, revolted by the pleasure and by how his dick throbs wanting more of it.
Jeff grins ecstatically, hastily pushing his mess of long hair behind his ears to get it at least somewhat out of the way before returning his attention to Liu’s dick. “God, I've missed you so much.” He runs his tongue slowly from the base to the tip. “Thought about you every day.” He swirls his tongue around the head a few times before wrapping his lips around it and sliding it into his mouth, long fingers wrapping around the shaft and pumping steadily.
Liu groans, eyes shut tight, mind frantically trying to think about something that might kill his body’s arousal. He thinks about the night he lost everything, about being stabbed nearly to death, about waking up in the hospital to brutal injuries and the news that his family was dead. Then he thinks about his brother; his sweet, innocent little brother. The way he was before.
But, nothing works. In fact, all Liu accomplishes is distracting himself so much that he doesn’t realise that he’s started to lightly grind up into Jeff’s mouth. Realising this with horror, he instantly stops doing so, waves of guilt washing over him as he has to struggle to keep his hips still. Jeff’s mouth is so soft, so warm around him as the killer hollows his cheeks and bobs his head faster, taking more of him in. Every pleasant sensation, every ounce of pleasure, causes an intense shame to pool in Liu’s heart.
“Jeff- Jeff, please. I’m your brother. Please. Stop this. —Fuck— Stop! Please stop. I’m your brother. Please!” Begging turns to repeating the same words over and over, which then just devolves into moaning. The noises that Liu is losing the fight to keep quiet please Jeff greatly, encouraging him to force more and more of Liu’s dick into his mouth and down his throat. “S-stop. —Ngh— .. Please~” Liu tries to keep begging, if nothing else then just to prove to himself that he isn’t enjoying this. But as he feels Jeff swallowing repeatedly, throat so warm and soft flexing around him, all he can manage is to babble incoherently.
Liu opens his eyes, looking around at nothing in particular in a last ditch attempt to distract himself from how good this feels. It’s only then that he notices that Jeff has undone his own jeans and is now stroking himself slowly with his free hand, soft little moans sending vibrations through Liu’s dick and lighting his whole body up with electrifying pleasure. He’s no longer keeping his hips still.
Liu closes his eyes again and bites his lip so hard it bleeds. Why is this happening? Why couldn’t his sick in the head younger brother just have killed him? This is far worse than any violence inflicted on him could be. And for one simple reason: he loves his brother. God, he loves him so much. He has always been the only person Liu cared about. Back when they were children, and still to this day, despite everything. It’s not his fault he’s sick. So, for this to be happening, for his precious little brother to be doing this, and for Liu’s body to be telling him that it feels good - It's perverse. And it only piles on top of the guilt that he already feels for his part in what happened years ago.
Groaning and panting, Liu’s willpower to deny the pleasure has run out. Jeff hums happily, increasing his movements until he’s passionately fucking his own mouth onto his sibling’s dick. Liu hears his own moans filling the quiet room. The shame of it is unbearable.
Not quite as bad, however, as the shame felt when Jeff pulls away, and Liu whines involuntarily at the loss.
Liu pants, hazily opening his eyes to see what Jeff is doing, knowing that it’s probably nothing good. He watches somewhat numbly as his brother shifts and climbs off of him. The tiniest bit of hope returns in the back of his mind that maybe he’ll leave, or at least stop this twisted sexual shit. But that hope quickly dies when the murderer only kicks off his shoes and starts stripping himself of his jeans and underwear.
“Jeff,” Liu speaks weakly as a thin leg is slid over his waist and Jeff straddles him again, this time naked from the waist down, ridiculously hard dick twitching with need and leaking precum. Pleading eyes stare up into Jeff’s, met with a gaze so very full of affection and reverence that under different circumstances it may make Liu feel warm inside. Right now though, it only makes him feel sick. “Stop this...” He doesn’t expect to be listened to, and he isn’t. Jeff only smiles sweetly down at him, pale face smeared with blood, baby blue eyes glimmering in the dim light. And, shit, maybe being fucked in the head runs in the family, because there’s a moment where the only thought to register in Liu’s mind is how pretty those eyes still are…
Thoughts soon return to fear and disgust, though, when he realises what the pale killer is doing, straddling Liu and trying to position himself above his dick.
“Wait- No- Jeff, NO .” Liu’s will to fight is reignited, but the younger male easily rolls with every thrash and kick, just continuing to gaze lovingly into his eyes the whole time.
“I love you, Liu.” He whispers softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his older brother’s lips. He shifts some, lifting himself and moving his legs further apart to rub his ass against the tip of Liu’s saliva slicked cock. Liu freezes all movements.
“Don’t do this. God, please don’t do this. I’m your brother!” Fresh tears roll down his cheeks mixing with the blood that coats his face. “ Please , Jeff.” He begs through tears, staring into those blue eyes with pure desperation, pleading for the disturbed boy to listen. “This is wrong. This is sick, and wrong, and- and you can’t! ”
“Mnn,” Jeff hums in half recognition of what was said. “Love like this can’t be wrong.” He muses dreamily, eyes glazed over with love and lust, a soft smile on his lips. It’s clear that there’s no talking him down. He shifts his hips and starts to apply pressure, pressing the end Liu’s cock firmly against his opening.
“No, no, no, no, no-” Liu chants, shaking his head frantically.
It takes quite a lot of force, but eventually Jeff manages to get his hole to stretch over the tip. Obscene whines and breathy moans pour from his mouth as he moves down, slowly penetrating himself onto Liu, revelling in the feeling of the stretch. “Ngh- Mnn, fuck. Fuck , Liu- I love you. I love you so much~” He attacks the brunette’s mouth in an extremely passionate kiss as he lowers himself over the last few inches, his own cock pulsing with the pleasure and pain of being stretched open. Liu only whimpers; a defeated little noise that dies in the kiss.
Rocking his hips and grinding Liu inside of him, Jeff lets himself be overtaken by the euphoria of being so full; so full of Liu . Feeling his beloved brother inside of him is all he’s wanted since learning that he was still alive, and he’s sure as hell going to savour every moment.
“Mnnn, Liu~” The psycho leans his head against his brother’s, soft moans breathed into Liu’s ear as he starts moving, slowly raising his hips some before letting his weight slam back down in a steady rhythm. “Liu~ Mmnn, fuck~ Liu~ Liu, Liu, Liu,” He repeats Liu’s name quietly between moans, one hand braced against the headboard for support whilst the other wraps around his dick to stroke himself as he rides the restrained older male.
Again, Liu tries to mentally distance himself from his own body. He tries to focus on any thought other than what’s happening; any feeling other than the heat and pressure of Jeff’s soft insides gripping around him. But it’s impossible. He’s soon back to moaning, his little pants and groans joining the increasingly filthy noises coming from Jeff.
Free hand moving from the bedframe to Liu's jaw, Jeff moves back slightly and gently angles his brother's head upwards, wanting to look at his face. And once the two lock eyes once more, Liu can't bring himself to look away. The look in Jeff's eyes is captivating, almost hypnotic. Full of affection, and so utterly lost in ecstacy.
Jeff moves himself faster and, control of his own actions fully slipping away, Liu is moving in time with him, bucking up into him as he slams himself down. He can't help it. Jeff's walls are clamping down around him with every movement, so hot and so tight . The touch of the hand holding his face is so delicate and tender, and, god, the overwhelming amount of love burning in those beautiful baby blue eyes… The part of Liu's brain that knows how incredibly fucked up this is temporarily quiets, drowned out by the waves of pleasure, the intense intimacy of it all, and a sudden flood of relief (or even joy?) at just being close to his estranged brother again. “Nghh- Jeff ..” He groans, meeting Jeff's blissed out expression with a somewhat pained one as his mind struggles to process the extremely confused mess of emotions coursing through him.
“Kiss me.” The younger begs, so much desperation in the whispered demand that you’d think his life depends on it. So, Liu does. The small distance between their lips closes, and this time Liu is kissing back.
Both completely lost in the moment, movements become wilder, harder. The sound of sex fills the room, muffled moaning and grunts into each other’s mouths joined by the slapping of skin hitting skin. If someone were to see the impassioned display, they’d think it a consensual game between lovers.
Whining needily into the kiss, Jeff’s movements increase until he’s bouncing on Liu’s cock as rapidly as his legs will allow him to. Which, to his slight frustration, just isn’t enough. But that doesn’t matter, because Liu starts bucking up into him harder and faster, giving him exactly what he needs. He falls forwards some, breaking the kiss to instead mewl and keen shamelessly with his face in the crook of Liu’s neck.
It's all too much for Liu. His whole body is lit up with pleasure like he's never experienced before. Jeff is getting tighter, muscles pulsing and squeezing around him hard as he helplessly lets his body thrust into the intoxicating feeling as much as it can in this position. It feels so good. His mind has gone blank, only leaving the pleasure.
Jeff's moaning grows louder and more wild, almost sounding like a feral animal as he attempts to move his hips faster despite his legs starting to give out. Through sharp moans of pure bliss, he chokes out something resembling Liu's name as he starts to come undone. He cums hard , whining and sobbing in so much pleasure it almost sounds like he's in pain, his whole body seizing. Spurts of cum spill from his cock and onto Liu's abdomen.
In absolute heaven, Jeff continues to rock his hips as orgasm runs its course but otherwise is mostly still, leaving Liu to continue thrusting desperately. Though, with Jeff clamping down on his cock like a vice, Liu is quickly pushed over the edge too. He bucks wildly as Jeff's tight hole clenches and spasms around him. A low moan leaves the back of his throat as he cums too, cock twitching as it unloads into Jeff’s still convulsing insides.
The killer coos and murmurs softly against his brother's skin as he comes down from the intense high. He nuzzles his face into Liu’s neck, body going limp and collapsing onto his chest. He stays like that for an extended moment, wanting to keep Liu inside of him for as long as possible.
They both pant heavily as they come back to earth. Eventually Jeff shifts, Liu’s softening dick sliding out of him as he weakly hauls his tired body off of him. “See, now don’t you feel so much better?” He mumbles, leaning down to lick his own mess from Liu’s skin.
Head spinning, the brunette watches as his brother dutifully cleans him. He croaks out a small distraught noise as rational thought returns and the reality of what just happened hits him hard. He doesn’t say anything. He can’t. He just numbly waits for what he’s sure is next, that being: death. He’s not scared anymore. After that , he deserves it. He must be just as sick in the head as Jeff is. The pure revulsion and self hatred makes death seem like it’d be for the best. It’s not like he had anything to live for anyway. He’s not even sure why he spent so long afraid of being found. At least this way, dying at his brother’s hand, he got to see him one last time. Deep down, that’s all he wanted.
Jeff finishes licking up his cum, a soft smile on his face as he goes about fixing Liu’s clothing. He then lets his spent body fall onto the bed, pressing himself up against Liu’s side and draping an arm over him with a content sigh. “Missed you so fucking much…” He mutters, face buried in his older brother’s shirt. It’s quiet then for a good while, before Jeff lifts his head slightly, looking at Liu, who’s numbly staring at the ceiling. “If you promise to be nice, I’ll untie you.”
Liu’s eyes snap to Jeff’s and he quickly nods. Jeff grins, slowly dragging himself to sit up. He makes quick work of undoing the belt restraining the older’s wrists. Immediately upon being freed, Liu scrambles away from Jeff and off of the bed as fast as he can. Stumbling on shaky legs, he makes a rush for the door. But, one hand on the doorframe, he makes the mistake of looking back. Jeff isn’t making any move to chase him. In the darkness, Liu can just about see his brother’s face. He doesn’t look angry, or even surprised. Just deeply, deeply sad.
Liu hesitates, standing at the door, flexing and rubbing at his sore wrists. Despite knowing that he should run, he can’t make himself turn around. He’s… conflicted... Against his better judgement, he doesn’t run quite yet. Instead, he raises a hand and flips on the light. And in the light, the boy staring back at him from his bed… really doesn’t seem like so much of a threat. Despite the irrefutable fact that he very much is.
The room is silent as they just stare at each other for what feels like hours. When Liu takes a step back into the room, he isn’t aware he’s doing so until it’s already happening. Very slowly, he moves back towards where Jeff is sitting on the bed watching him. Without taking his eyes off the killer for a second, he reaches for the weapon that still lays on the bed and tosses the blade far away to the other side of the room.
Without breaking eye contact, Liu tentatively reaches for his brother. A bright smile spreads across Jeff’s features as Liu brushes the mess of unkempt black hair from his face, appearing to be studying it intently. Liu bites his lip, expression contorted in a mixture of strong emotions. He can’t make sense of most of them, but something is very clear to him right now as he sees Jeff clearly in the light: This is still his brother. Older, disfigured, and very sick. But still his brother.
With the lights on, Jeff seems even more pale, the various burns and scars that cover every inch of his skin even more apparent. And god, he’s so thin. Looks like he hasn’t eaten properly in years. Seeing him like this, looking so small and obviously unwell… It makes Liu want to help. Like he couldn’t five years ago. Deadly, completely unhinged serial killer, yes. Just attacked and assaulted Liu in the way that he did, yes. But it’s not his fault. Liu honestly, genuinely believes that. He’s ill. He needs help. And if Liu doesn’t try, no one else will.
“Jeff…” And that’s when Liu completely breaks down. The years of mourning, the yearning to just have his little brother back, the guilt over not being able to help him when they were kids, it all comes rushing to the surface. Tears pouring down his face, he lurches forward and throws his arms around Jeff.
Holding his brother close, Liu cries. Self preservation be damned, he isn’t ever letting him go again.
Twin brothers taking turns filling their little brother up with cum, then fucking each other when little brother is too tired to move mghhhhhgfffff 🤤🤤🤤
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